Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.